Those who were crushed by the pagoda-regardless of their strength-would have their meridians, dantian, etc. destroyed, crippling them immediately. It was a vicious move, which was the perfect move to deal with Qin Nan!

Without hesitation, he immediately transmitted his voice into the badge that the Princess had given him while raising his left arm.

The situation was entirely out of his control, forcing him to wake the Patriarch up!

BANG!

Meanwhile, the Martial Pagoda slammed downward with a formidable power that swept the entire crowd, causing their faces to feel pain from the impact. Despite that, they stared with their eyes open wide, not willing to miss out on any detail.

Was the top genius of the Eastern Continent going to be crippled?

"HAHAHA, Qin Nan, once I have claimed the succession you have, I'll surely be able to alter my destiny. Princess Miao Miao will be mine too--" Even Mu Fengsha could not help but burst out laughing at this moment. When the battle ended, his life would be completely different, allowing him to win the favor of his beloved woman while obtaining a superb talent!

However, as the dust cleared, his expression stiffened upon taking a glimpse at the scene below the pagoda.

In addition to him, the eyes of Mu Kun and the elders widened too.

They could only see Qin Nan's black robe flapping wildly as he held the pagoda with only his left arm. Apart from a minor injury, he was perfectly fine!

"This..."

Mu Fengsha wore a blank expression.

He had resisted it!

Qin Nan had managed to resist the attack with only his left arm!

How was this possible!

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

"Father, attack at once! His left arm must be an artifact, try attacking him with other moves so that he won't be able to use his left arm!" Three breaths later, Mu Fengsha reacted and blurted out.

There was no other possibility apart from his left arm being an artifact!

"Sure!"

Mu Kun prepared to strike again after he collected his thoughts.

However, at that instant, a rare phenomenon took place.

Inside some forbidden area deep within the Mu Clan, an ancient presence began to wake up, opening its eyes before arriving above the Clan Hall with a stomp.

"Stop at once!"

Following a roar, an old white-haired man appeared before the crowd.

"Pa...Patriarch!"

Mu Kun's arm subconsciously stiffened as his heart was filled with a hint of terror, the same as the rest of the crowd.

It was natural for them to feel intimidated, even though they had learned that the Patriarch's strength was no longer as strong as at his peak.

"Patriarch, do you really think you can change the situation? Your cultivation is only at the half-Martial Progenitor Realm! No, it's even weaker than that now. HAHAHA!" Mu Kun took a glimpse at the old white-haired man and upon seeing his cultivation, he could not help but burst out laughing, "If you were to surrender at once and hand over everything you possess, maybe I could spare your life considering that you were once my Patriarch."

Qin Nan immediately glanced toward the old white-haired man.

Following a glance, his expression stiffened. The Patriarch's cultivation had dropped to the peak Martial Sacred Realm!

"Mu Kun, are you seriously planning a rebellion?" The old white-haired man scanned the crowd with a thoughtful expression as he spoke, "The rest of you as well? I've never mistreated you."

The eyes of many elders glittered as complicated feelings arose within them, but they remained silent.

Patriarch, times have changed.

"I don't care how you treated us before. Since you're not willing to cooperate, I won't waste any further time!" Mu Kun's eyes flickered murderously. He didn't care about friendship or other useless stuff. All he wanted was the title of the conqueror of the Eastern Continent!

However, before the battle erupted, the old white-haired man suddenly laughed.

"HAHAHA, HAHAHA!"

The laughter was filled with disdain, pleasure, and a slight hint of disappointment.

"You..." Mu Kun frowned. Had this old man just gone mad prior to his death?

"Ridiculous, what an absolute joke." The old white-haired man scanned the crowd with an icy expression, "Do you really think...that I'm suffering from a strange injury? Do you seriously think my cultivation has weakened?"

The crowd was stunned hearing the words.

What did he mean?

Mu Kun and Mu Fengsha were dumbfounded as a bad feeling arose within them. Did this mean that he had never lost his cultivation? Was he implying that it was his conspiracy all along?

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"

The old white-haired man let out a roar.

BANG!

A terrifying aura burst out from his figure.

The aura resembled the primary force of a Martial Art, one that no one among the crowd could match against. The difference was like the distance between the Heavens and Earth, and the illumination of the Sun and Moon and a firefly.

The crowd only felt themselves to be miniscule.

"This..."

Even Qin Nan was astonished. The Patriarch was still a Martial Progenitor?

The faces of Mu Kun, Mu Fengsha, and the rest of the elders turned pale white instantly.